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HOWL!

The blow of the horn from the student council room indicates the last day of the festival. As usual, students were busy working at their venue while trying to satisfy the mysteriously unending flow of visitors even though it was the last day.

Shouldn't the last day be the time where visitors were the least? What's wrong with the algorithm?

And as usual, the yearly race which allows visitors to participate and win prizes were held. Though, there might be some slight difference to it, thanks to the new student council president, Agatha Cassius' suggestion.

"How can they expect us, a group of boys to bake something?"

Adam grunted.

That year race, Agatha suggested that each venue will bake sweets using three different fruits and have the race participants guess them all in order to proceed to the next checkpoint.

"And 10 checkpoints at that? He’s crazy."

Adam muttered again.

Ricky was only able to nod his head we